Upon seeing this, Lin Zhi immediately led a group of secret guards to follow, as if the autumn wind swept the fallen leaves, and evacuated extremely quickly.
And Jun Yue, with a raging fire on her face, smiled with her beautiful lips. The best thing about him is his lips, so when he is facing Feng Jiuge, he always smiles.
It's just that, I won't be able to see Feng Jiuge again in the future, most of my heart is still disappointed.
As long as the woman he loves can live in peace, he will die well. Jun Jue is not a man of love. Since ancient times, the Taoist men of the capital have not flicked their tears, but nowadays, he can't help but wet his eyes.
What Mo Nan said is right, he has few days to live. It's not a pity that he can spend time with Feng Jiuge while he is still dead.
Jun Jue's ambition in this life hasn't been displayed yet, but his love has already gone out.
Enough, enough already.
In the sea of fire, the man stood steadily, the sword in his hand dripped blood, and his entire face was covered with gray and black, but he did not damage his half handsome appearance. And the corner of his lips, the smile never left.
A few days later, Feng Mansion was destroyed by fire overnight, and the prince of the Western Regions was strangled in the name of rebellion. For a while, everyone in the capital was in danger, lest the next one was killed would be himself.
Compared with the rebellious ambitions of the prince of the Western Regions, Feng Mansion’s being slaughtered all over the house is even more shocking. Although the Patriarch of the Feng clan and Feng Jiuge survived, everyone in Feng Mansion that day, no matter how big or small, could not escape. That massacre.
It was like the bloodiest beheading, everyone was astonished, what exactly did the emperor do wrong in order to provoke the emperor Sheng to get rid of the Feng clan.
When everyone in the capital was thinking about how to protect themselves, no one looked at Feng Jiuge. Feng Mansion was destroyed, and Feng Jiuge's whereabouts became a hot topic for a while, but even though everyone was particularly curious, how determined Shenghuang was to suppress Feng Mansion, but no one dared to ask.
Feng Jiuge's whereabouts are unknown, the Western Regions are missing in the capital, and various factions in the capital are beginning to surge, and the situation is not optimistic.
Compared with the bright spears and dark arrows outside, Feng Jiuge is now in a particularly comfortable position. Compared with the noise, Feng Jiuge is now at ease.
A century-old mansion in Fengfu was completely destroyed, and apart from the old site, there was nothing but devastation and depression.
In a courtyard full of birds and flowers, the March peach blossoms are in full bloom, dense and hazy with haze.
And the woman, sitting right across the pavilion, with a comfortable reclining chair, leaning on her head, where she can look at the scenery of the water town, singing, singing, and dancing, she is especially contented.
Scented tea is brewing in the furnace, and the refreshing breath overflows.
The woman wore a plain white dress, and three thousand green silks were undressed and shed her shoulders. She had never moved, like a solid sculpture. A peach blossom fell on her shoulders and was gently blown away, hitting the woman's waist. The peerless purple jade it belongs to.
"Miss, King Tan has come down." Just when the woman was in a trance and her thoughts were empty, the maid hurried over from not far away and replied respectfully.
The voice was behind for a long time, and the maidservant never got half a response.
She looked at Feng Jiuge, but saw that Feng Jiuge's face was not loosened, and there was no change in her expression, as if she hadn't heard these words.
For several days, Feng Jiuge looked like this without asking about world affairs. No one's words could arouse her half of her interest. She seemed to be isolated from the world, and her thoughts were very empty.
"Miss—" the maid called out again, with caution in her eyes.
Feng Mansion had only encountered such a catastrophe, Feng Jiuge was reborn after the catastrophe, and now living in Rong Mansion, the whole mansion is very respectful of Feng Jiuge. Moreover, the master has also ordered that no one is allowed to be disrespectful to Feng Jiuge, so everyone is afraid every day, lest they offend Feng Jiuge, or take care of them improperly, and let others find the wrong place. No one can be received.
Feng Jiu singer quietly pinched a concentric knot, she withdrew her gaze indifferently, and looked at the concentric knot carefully.
Jun Yue died, but this concentric knot was the last thing he left, and the last thought.
She never thought that even someone like Jun Jue would die like that one day. Sure enough, nothing is impossible in this world, and Jun Yue will die because of her.
It was she who killed Jun Jue, and it was she who failed to weigh the pros and cons and let Luo Yuesheng seize her handle.
She knew better than Gu Beiyan that it was either Jun Yue died or she died.
Luo Yuesheng has always been cruel and didn't leave a second way for her to choose. She selfishly wanted both of them to survive, but she was still a miss. She didn't count that in Luo Yuesheng's heart, nothing was more important than his Jiangshan Sheji.
As long as the factors that could threaten Luoyue Sheng, even if they have not yet sprouted, he will remove them one by one by cutting the grass and rooting them.
It's just that, when he thinks that Jun Jue died because of her, Feng Jiuge feels colic in his heart.
Not only the colic, she hated her useless self more than ever. It was not Luo Yuesheng's people who killed Jun Jue, but she. It was she who forced Jun Jue to death, and he would inevitably die in the Feng clan, in her hands.
The concentric knot looks a bit old, so old that the edges of the red rope are all yellow. If she guessed correctly, this is something Jun Yue has worn from childhood to big. At the last moment, Jun Yue was willing to die in order to save her, leaving only this thing as a souvenir.
How could she watch Jun Yue die, but she couldn't do anything.
If she was given another chance, she would definitely not let Jun Jue die for herself. But now Feng Jiuge has no other emotions except regret and endless hatred.
The Feng Mansion has been destroyed, Jun Jue is dead, and Jun Shang is missing. Luo Yuesheng is very defensive against her, but Gu Beiyan has become the least she sees.
Feng Jiuge did not respond to the maid's words because she did not know how to face Gu Beiyan.
Yes, Gu Beiyan is right, Jun Yue will die on that day. But in her heart, there is always a glimmer of hope for Gu Beiyan, hoping that he can help save Jun Jue, at least she won't be so uncomfortable in her heart now.
Whenever she closes her eyes, the countless images flashing in her mind are the scenes of Jun Yue smiling at her at the last moment, like a frozen picture, she can't sleep peacefully and can't be at ease.
Jun Yue died for himself, he was so completely destroyed because of himself. She is the instigator of everything, she is Feng Jiuge.
"Well—" Feng Jiuge suddenly loosened her grip on the concentric knot, holding her head in her hands, and there was a burst of pain in her brain, which was almost so painful that she was about to faint.
She was ill before, and most of them would not be so painful.
But now it's different. It's not only the headache, but the heart hurts even more. It's like being stabbed from the inside and out. It makes her feel so painful that she can't speak.